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Chapter 680 The Son once said

"Shh!" After hearing the woman's question, a man with a mustache silenced her.

The three of them immediately stood at the end of the bridge, and the white-faced scholar who fell behind followed them.

His face was expressionless, "I once said that the more critical the situation, the more calm you must be."

His face suddenly changed, and his brows were filled with joy, "Wealth and honor are here, we must be careful."

"That's right." The man in the lead said, "This is a success, and we can sit on the woman's belly for the rest of our lives."

"It makes sense." The most excited person was actually the woman, with her face trembling with excitement.

She held the handle of the knife, "My sword is already thirsty."

The three men looked sideways at the unusual broadsword behind her, and were silent for a moment.

After looking at each other, the one-eyed man at the head said: "Fourth sister, be more professional. We are assassins. Assassins only use daggers, not knives."

"Yes, Zi once said that assassination is a skill and should not be too barbaric." The white-faced scholar nodded in agreement.

He said: "We have left a reputation in the assassin world as relying purely on luck and being unprofessional. This final battle must not be even more unprofessional."

"That's right." Ba Zi Wu said, "This time we stick to the old rules, the fourth sister keeps an eye on people, the elder brother plots, and the third brother and I wait for the move."

"That's not possible. This is the last vote. Why don't you let me play nonsense?" The woman was unhappy.

As a member of a well-known assassin team on the killer list, he has never killed anyone. If this word spreads, people will laugh to death.

She loosened her grip on the knife and patted the baggage on her back, "You can do it without a knife. I can use poison, right?"

The three men looked at each other again. After discussing with their eyes for a long time, the leading man spoke, "Fourth sister, it's not that your brothers don't let you. You have only learned poisoning for less than a year, and you still don't understand the pharmacology.

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"Yes, yes", the mustache nodded in agreement, "Fourth sister, using a knife is no longer professional. We can't be more unprofessional."

"Fourth sister, you don't want our team to become a joke on the killer list, right?" the white-faced scholar said.

"But, I..." Fourth sister refused to give up and refused to give up this last chance.

The man at the head had to show his dignity as an eldest brother and said, "Fourth sister, for the sake of the honor of the group, you have to be aggrieved."

The fourth sister hesitated to speak, but the elder brother did not give her a chance to argue. He pointed at the inn with his whip, "We will act accordingly when we get inside. Everyone, follow me."

After that, the eldest brother took the lead and ran away, followed by the second brother with a mustache.

Only the white-faced scholar was left to comfort the woman, "Fourth sister, I once said that the honor of the team is above all else. This time I have wronged you."

The white-faced scholar also left, leaving the woman a little aggrieved.

"You still can't trust me? I am the most professional in tracking, and all the unprofessionalism is caused by you yourself." The woman muttered, patting her horse and moving forward.

Let’s not talk about the far distance, let’s just talk about the previous assassination target.

Just when they were about to assassinate him, the target rolled down the wooden ladder. Although the four people tried their best to save him, the target still died.

So much so that the employer didn't know whether he should pay the money. If the eldest brother hadn't threatened to assassinate him to demand wages, he probably wouldn't have gotten the money.

Let's talk about the last assassination target. Just as they were about to assassinate them, a mythical beast suddenly appeared and devoured the target with lightning speed.

Later, the four people worked together to kill the mythical beast, then cut open the belly of the mythical beast and cut off the target's head to hand in the task.

In the end, the employer deducted their normal commission because the employer, who hated the target so much, figured out that he hired someone to avenge the target.

Needless to say, those who were further away choked to death on their saliva.

Their team has tried their best to make up for the assassination more professionally, but these people who suffered accidents cannot be saved and killed by them.

Unprofessional, relying on luck, the killer group became famous and could only carry it on their backs.

This is what happens in this industry. You work hard for decades and finally rely on some luck. They call you a lucky team.

Therefore, they decided that this time they were commissioned by a mysterious man from the Central Plains to assassinate the target and avenge their ancestors, and they could no longer be unprofessional.

"I'm going to take action this time to show you what it means to be professional." The woman made up her mind and hurriedly followed.

The four of them dismounted their horses at the entrance of the inn, and a demon-catching master came out and took the horses away.

The four of them were about to enter the inn when they saw an old beggar at the door. The eldest brother stopped and winked at the third brother, "Please give me a good luck."

"Okay." The white-faced scholar took out thirty or forty coins from his arms and was about to throw it to the old beggar, but the old beggar waved his hand and refused.

"Don't give me any money." The old beggar put his hands in his arms.

"Huh?" All four of them were startled.

The old beggar turned around and smelled the aroma of dumplings in the inn, and said righteously to the white-faced scholar, "Who do you think I am?"

The old beggar knew that if he kept complaining about the rain and refused to ask for money, he would probably not be able to eat dumplings today.

He said impassionedly: "Am I a professional beggar? I'm not. I don't want money. You have to be really kind and give me a plate of dumplings."

"Dumplings?" The four of them were confused.

"You don't know this? You are too ignorant." The old beggar gestured and said: "Dumplings are made by wrapping leeks and eggs in flour and boiling them."

"What kind of vegetable is leeks?" the white-faced scholar asked.

"Hey, third brother, be more professional, why are you asking these questions?" The eldest brother pulled the white-faced scholar who was open-minded and eager to learn.

"Master once said that if you know something, you know it. If you don't know something and still don't ask, you are a fool." The white-faced scholar said.

"Your sister." The woman was really impatient, pushed the white-faced scholar, and pushed the eldest brother and second brother in front of her into the inn together.

"Don't push, don't push, be professional." The elder brother tried his best to support the people behind him. When he walked in, he saw everyone looking at them.

He hurriedly pushed the brother behind him, "Be more steady, be more steady."

"What's the point of being prudent? My fourth sister doesn't know that when I say you, my sister means you, doesn't it mean you? The day is the same as the day. Please be careful with your words so as not to be misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding, what misunderstanding?" When the woman behind saw them all crowding into the inn, she clapped her hands in satisfaction and followed them.

"I once said that if the melon fields don't accept shoes, and the plum blossoms don't have straight hair, my sister..." The white-faced scholar, who was slapping himself, looked up and was stunned.

"You're not afraid that others will misunderstand that what you often say is 'I've had a good time'." The fourth sister was also stunned as soon as she entered the inn.

Many people in the inn wanted to laugh, but they were trying hard to hold it back just to be polite.

For a moment, the four people at the door were embarrassed, and the guests in the inn endured the discomfort.

Yu Sheng felt that the atmosphere was really not good. He looked around at the people dining at the long table and said to Zhou Jiufeng: "Sister Feng, Chu Sheng has been recently..."

"Haha, haha, you beast, haha." Zhou Jiufeng spit out all the rice in his mouth and slapped the table with laughter.

Sitting opposite Zhou Jiufeng, Hu's mother was stunned from a distance, with a face full of leek fillings and dumpling wrappers.

At this time, everyone who could not bear to laugh or felt embarrassed looked at Zhou Jiufeng.

Finally, like a flash flood, everyone in the inn burst into laughter.

Only Hu Mu pointed angrily at Zhou Jiufeng, then moved her hand to Yu Sheng, "Shopkeeper, you must be jealous of my handsomeness."

After that, he hurried to the backyard to clean up.

In the joyful atmosphere of the inn, the embarrassment of the four people at the door was relieved. They walked in and said, "The shopkeeper, please stay at the hotel."

Ye Zigao stepped forward and listened to the instructions. The eldest brother didn't even look at the menu, "First serve five plates of dumplings and give one to the old beggar at the door."

"I'm sorry, sir, you have to make the dumplings in our store yourself." Ye Zigao said.

"Wrap it yourself?" The four of them thought it was incredible, "How to wrap it?"

"That's it. The noodles have been mixed and the stuffing is ready. You just need to wrap it up and put it into the pot." Ye Zigao pointed to the side.

The four of them turned around and saw that many customers were making dumplings in various shapes and sizes. There was even a table of people making dumplings using witchcraft.

This made it difficult for the four of them. "No, all of us gentlemen can't do it."

Ye Zigao glanced at his fourth sister silently, "There's nothing we can do about it, this is the inn's rule."

"Pa", at this moment, the eyes of the fourth sister, who had been watching others making dumplings, lit up.

She slapped the table and said, "Bao! Isn't it just making dumplings? It's so trivial."


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